Stars

He looked at me, turning his head ever so slightly, his deep grey eyes, the ones i had fallen so easily for glided over me.
"What if it was just you and I in the bank? What if the robber only had one bullet? And he had to chose one of us. What would you do then?" He watched me, curiosity glistening in his eyes. I stared down at the city below us. Its lights twinkled in and out, cars glided through the shadowy streets.
"Run." His face contorted into a type of sadness I had never seen before. The type where you want to hear a certain answer but the answer is always the opposite.
"Why?" I looked at him, the breeze ruffling the hair that stuck out from the front of his hood. His shoulders were slightly forward as if he were a small child waiting for the end of a story.
"I would run at him. I would charge the robber. He would have no choice but to shoot me," I replied. A small bit of relief passed over his features, but was soon erased by confusion.
"You would take a bullet for me?" He seemed genuinely surprised. "Why?"
"Because I can't imagine life without you."